1-15 Mr. Producer Has A Melt Down

sparrow singing on a branch,
thirty six notes, sparrow singing,
on a branch,

the moment came,
as a sparrow singing on a branch,
with a gray checkered scarf,
guilty, playful eyes, feathers constantly
ruffling, in the cold, we talked about,
bars, bar maids, beers, and bears,
when the moment came,
I thought he might,
forget about the bars, bar maids, beers, and bears,
and be just a sparrow singing on a branch to me,
but the moment came and left,
coffee stain on my cheek,
he came and left,
just another sparrow singing on a branch,
to me,

sparrow singing on a branch,
thirty six notes, sparrow singing,
on a branch,

the moment came,
as a sparrow singing on a branch,
with soft brown eyes, delicate hands,
swirling whiskey, trouble on his breath,
while he drank, water-spun tales about
musicals, melodies, madness, and men,
when the moment came,
I thought he might, forget,
about the melodies, the musicals, the madness,
the men, and be just a sparrow,
singing on a branch to me,
but the moment came,
and left,
notes on a piano,
melting down my cheek,
he came and left,
just another sparrow,
singing on a branch,
to me,

sparrow singing on a branch,
thirty six notes, sparrow singing,
on a branch,

the moment came,
I left,
just another sparrow,
singing on a branch,
whiskey on my breath,
hands delicate, spinning tales,
of bar maids and bears,
notes on a piano,
melting down my cheek,
just another sparrow,
singing on a branch,

to me.